Wednesday, June 6, 2007

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THE DAY: June 6, 2007.
THE TIME: 7:00ish PM
THE MUSIC: Stupid Boy; By Keith Urban
THE MOMENT: Eighths of an anticipation





Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience

your eyes have their silence.
In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near.

--e.e.cummings





A few nights ago I stuck my head out of a passenger’s seat window and closed my eyes to the night spinning past me. I waited for truth to rise and conquer all of the day’s passive resistance.

Next: I saw an impenetrable stretch of shadowy pine trees, and yet a sunken red moon shone through unknown dusty openings.

then, there was hope in me.





...moment...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

If you could conquere nations like you conquere words, you'd be like charlamagne

Lyndsi Shae* said...
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